❝You were doomed the day I layed my eyes on you❞ he smirks, tracing small circles on my arm making me shake in fear, ❝Is it romantic of me to say that I'll never let you leave me?❞
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Earlier known as Psychop...
You will maybe get them feels by reading this, maybe not
One thing is for sure; long chapter
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The world is going in circle. More and more people are gathering around the horrendous scene. My head is feeling dizzy.
That's Jin. In front of me. Oh god- What has happened- No!
This isn't real. Nothing is real anymore.
I almost believe my own lies.
I hear more screams. Women.
A thud resonates in the room; a man has lost consciousness.
An elderly woman is holding a hand in front of her mouth. "Dr. Kim!" One tear after another, falls from her tired eyes.
Don't be bothered, I'm thinking to myself, he will come back.
He always does.
Jimin's hand appears on my shoulder. With the other, free, arm he pushes my head against his chest, shielding me from the scene.
"Don't look, Eve", he whispers, "Oh god, don't look."
Little does he know that the gruesome images are still dancing tauntingly in my mind.
For the first time, I feel safe. In Jimin's arms I feel like everything is okay, or at least as okay things can be in an asylum.
Jin isn't dead. He has been a pain in the ass, for so long, and he can't leave so suddenly. I refuse to believe that he actually is gone. He isn't.
This has to be one of the layers Jimin has put over my reality. He is probably messing with my mind. Maybe he wants to show me something?
I admit it that Jin and I fought a lot, and I cursed him out many times, but I never meant for him to die. He can't be gone. I refuse to believe this. No.
When Jimin starts stroking my back, that's when I realize that I might be wrong. His touch is unusually comforting, like he's mourning.
Why though?
Could it be that Jin really is... No, I can't - I don't believe it.
All of a sudden, my heart starts racing. The temperature is rising. I feel tired.
Not the kind of tired I used to feel, whenever Jimin touched me. This is different; I actually don't feel good.
As I let myself relax, I feel a liquid coming from my eyes. Soon Jimin's costume, which in reality belonged to Jungkook, is stained with my tears.
"Everyone take a few steps back." A voice full of authority roars, leaving echoes in the room. The voice sounds familiar.
I'm not directly surprised to see Jungkook's father, but I'm more disappointed that he didn't lose his job. I'm not sure why I just assumed he would, seen as I didn't report him or anything.
